Old Vintage White

We have cocktails and dinner in a kitschy little dive. We went back to mine and lay spooned and intwined on the bed. We didn't talk too much about fucking but when we came together it felt good. He filled and pushed me with drenched enthusiasm. On my knees and on my back I came for him and I looked at him and touched him and thought about how rough his cheek felt against my hand and how much I was pleasing him just by enjoying the moment.

There were nail marks and small bites and deep hard thrusts but there was also a tenderness and warmth. A feeling of ease cocooned us in the soft white room.